Chapter 7: Penemue(R-18+)

In a small-sized apartment with a couch, TV, and kitchen in one room and another separate room with a king-sized bed, Penemue and Shinjiro sat on the couch in the night.

"Why do you want to train the Gremory peerage? That's so unlike you," questioned Penemue, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Shinjiro's expression.

"Two reasons," said Shinjiro, leaning back and stretching his arms over the back of the couch. "One, I want to meet Rias's brother face to face, and two, I want to use them as training dummies to test some things. Oh, and I guess another reason—she's on my list."

"Your list?" Penemue's tone sharpened with curiosity and a hint of something darker understanding the underlying meaning of 'list'.

"I met someone who was apparently my original creator. He went on to explain my bloodline, my potential, and even had me spar with a family member of mine who was strong, way stronger than me. He wants me to revive my Hanma bloodline, although he left it in my hands because of his failures. More like making it up to the fallen. Anyway, I'm making a list of potential candidates for reviving my blood. They need to have good potential or be able to contribute to the Hanma family in some shape or form."

Penemue's eyes darkened with possessiveness, but there was a glint of understanding and acceptance. "So, you're building a harem," she said, leaning closer to Shinjiro, her breath warm against his ear. "I see, as long as they know their place, I suppose I can allow it as your godmother."

Shinjiro raised an eyebrow, sensing a shift in her demeanor. "What did you say, Penemue?"

"I said," Penemue's eyes darkened with possessiveness, "I'll help you, Shinjiro. But remember, no one will ever take my place by your side."

Before Shinjiro could react, two light ropes wrapped around his arms and legs tightly, pinning him to the couch. The glow of the ropes illuminated Penemue's face, revealing a predatory smile.

"Ay, Penemue, what's going on?" Shinjiro exclaimed although making no effort to get out, not fearing what would happen.

Penemue moved closer, her fingers tracing along his jawline. "You belong to me, Shinjiro. But I'll make sure your harem understands that."

Her words sent a shiver down Shinjiro's spine. There was a fierce protectiveness in her gaze, mixed with a dark desire that made his pulse quicken. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "let me see if you need anyone else."

She moved closer to Shinjiro, her fingers trailing softly along his jawline, the touch both tender and possessive.

Penemue's free hand moved to his chest, her fingers splaying out to feel his heartbeat. She smiled softly, a genuine warmth in her eyes that softened her possessive edge. "I want you to know," she whispered, "that I will always protect you. No one will come between us."

She released the ropes with a gentle flick of her wrist, and they vanished as quickly as they had appeared. Penemue didn't move away; instead, she stayed close, her body a comforting presence against his.

"Thank you, Penemue," Shinjiro said, his voice sincere. "For everything. I know I can trust you."

Her eyes softened further, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Always," she replied, her breath warm against his skin. "Now, let's make sure you're ready for whatever comes next."

Penemue's fingers trailed from his chest up to his neck, her touch light but electrifying. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. Shinjiro responded, their lips moving together. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as they explored this new intimacy.

Shinjiro's hands found their way to Penemue's waist, pulling her closer. She responded by shifting into his lap, straddling him as the kiss grew more fervent. Her hands tangled in his hair, and she broke the kiss to look into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.

"I want you to feel how much you mean to me," she whispered, her voice husky. She pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his skin, eliciting a shiver from him. "Let me show you."

Her hands roamed over his body, exploring with a mix of tenderness and urgency. She guided his hands to explore her own body, encouraging him with soft whispers and gentle movements. The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world fading away as they focused solely on each other.

As their bodies pressed closer, the air between them charged with anticipation, it was clear that this moment was a turning point.

Shinjiro felt a surge of confidence and desire rise within him. With a firm yet gentle movement, he grasped Penemue's wrists, reversing their positions so that she was now lying beneath him on the couch.

"Now it's my turn to show you," Shinjiro said, his voice deep and commanding. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a powerful kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in control.

Penemue's breath hitched, excitement flashing in her eyes as Shinjiro finally got involved. She surrendered to his touch, her body arching towards him.

Their lips continued to move together, her hands roaming over his back, tugging gently at his shirt until she managed to get it off his shoulders. He responded by unfastening her blouse, leaving her wearing just her bra and panty.

As she continued to press herself against him, teasingly taking short breaks to nibble on his earlobe, he reached under her skirt, tracing his fingertips along the lace trim of her panty before sliding the fabric aside. Penemue gasped as he touched her, her face flushed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

With quick movements, Shinjiro pulled down her panties and unlatched her bra before throwing it aside, freeing her already wet and eager body. He took a moment to appreciate her naked form, her slender legs that were long enough to wrap around his waist, her perky breasts that begged to be touched, and her hips that beckoned for more. He was struck with a sudden urge to capture every detail, to savor the experience and to take his time before finally claiming her.

Sitting himself between her spread thighs, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, urging him closer, while he lowered his head to cover one of her nipples with his mouth.

The soft moans and gasps she made only fueled his desire even more, and soon his tongue had explored every inch of her exposed flesh, including her sensitive folds. He paused for a moment, staring intently at her beautiful body before moving down to caress her stomach. She tensed at first, not quite certain what to expect, but as his fingers explored the soft curls surrounding her entrance, she relaxed, allowing him to slide inside.

Penemue's breathing became labored, her muscles clenching in response to his caresses. She started to moan louder as he slipped deeper and deeper inside, each stroke causing her great pleasure. She gripped his hair tighter, reveling in the feel of his body against hers. Every inch of her wanted to cry out, but she forced herself to remain quiet, knowing that it would heighten the sensations if she did. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming in ecstasy as his fingers kept teasing, slipping deeper and deeper into her depths.

She felt a wave of heat rushing through her body, as if something deep inside her had been set ablaze. She clenched her teeth, closing her eyes tightly, relishing the feeling. A soft moan escaped her lips as she found herself nearing the edge, and then with a loud gasp, her entire body exploded in pleasure.

A small scream caught in her throat as her orgasm washed over her body, making her shudder and quiver. Her mind reeled as she tried to process what had just happened, completely unable to speak. All she knew was that she had never felt anything like it before, it had been unlike anything she ever imagined, and she wanted more. As she slowly came down from her high, she looked down to find Shinjiro staring back at her.

Their faces remained locked in a tender gaze, neither of them wanting to break away from the other.

Penemue spoke. "I've never done this before…"

He chuckled, "Me neither."

"God, your so damn sexy."

Penemue smiled at his words, giving him a coy smile before pulling his head down to meet her lips once more. 

Breaking the kiss Shinjiro finally had enough foreplay and his member couldn't agree more. Now was the moment and both knew they would finally become one.

Moving his lower half, he was in position and guided his nine-inch length to her core. Slowly he pressed forward. Penemue winced as his erection penetrated her barrier and took him inside her. Her hymen finally broke after so long. A rush of heat rushed through her body, accompanied by a burning ache that made her legs tremble.

When her body seemed ready for him, he continued to push his cock, drawing out another gasp from her, and Penemue couldn't hold back. She cried out as her body tensed around Shinjiro's shaft. It felt as if her womb had decided to grip him firmly, refusing to allow him to escape. It almost hurt, as he slowly withdrew only to thrust deep into her body again.

Yet somehow, somehow it all felt so incredibly perfect, as their bodies synchronized into a rhythm that sent both spiraling higher toward bliss. Each stroke of his cock sent her heart racing faster and faster, and she felt as if she'd go crazy if he didn't keep pushing into her depths.

As their moans, grunts, and groans echoed throughout the apartment, Penemue realized that nothing in her dreams could ever compare to the moment Shinjiro now shared with her. It was beyond amazing.

When they finished, they lay naked on the couch, gazing adoringly at each other. It didn't take long before they made love again, and again, and again, neither wanting to stop.

Eventually, Shinjiro got to his feet. Once he stood upright, his body shone in the morning light.

Penemue couldn't help herself and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He returned to the embrace with ease as his hand traveled downward and cupped her cheek.

After what she had experienced, she wasn't about to allow him to leave her. She wanted him, no matter how selfish it may have seemed.

So as his lips met hers, the tip of her tongue danced playfully with his. When it ended, both stared into each other's eyes, hoping to convey their love and passion in a simple, yet powerful display of intimacy.

Shinjiro reached back and pulled her leg upward and without hesitation, brought her body up his own body, pressing her ass against his growing shaft. His massive member hardened itself instantaneously as she straddled him and continued one more time, maybe.

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A/N:

Yo

I got busy over the past couple of days, so I wasn't able to get this chapter ready to release earlier. First smut chapter; I hope you guys enjoy it. The next couple of chapters will mainly be about training until the first arc begins. I'm still thinking about how to get it going with Shinjiro getting involved. Anyways, it's late for me, so good night. (Side note: I feel like I'm turning in an essay right on the deadline.)